#pennylantern

by facethemuses

summary:

Tim stared at the syrup, now nearly running over his plate. His brain felt a little bit like it was short circuiting. He set down the decanter, and turned back to Duke.

“Sorry, I must actually have that concussion. I thought you just said you thought Alfred had a hickey.”

“Woah,” Jason said behind them, setting down his duffle bag, “The fuck are you two talking about?”

Duke turned around, “I know I’m a little newer here and all, but I wasn’t aware Alfred dated, like ever.”

Jason snorted, sliding into a chair at the table, “He doesn’t. He’s hasn’t dated anyone even when Bruce was a kid.”

“Well,” Duke hummed, “There must be a ghost giving people hickeys in the manor.”

or the five times people tried to find out who alfred and hal were dating + the one time someone already knew

words: 8,492

by facethemuses

summary:

He ran his eyes down Alfred’s frame with heavy eyes, and nearly flinched back when the man turned suddenly and went very still. “Mr. Jordan, what are you doing?” “Doing?” Hal asked, “Being myself, I guess. Talking to you.” He pulled off the glasses, which had slowly been sliding down his nose, and brought his hand to the bridge of it. Then he glanced up, and met Hal’s eyes with a determined gaze. He seemed to think to himself, moving his eyes down from his eyes and running over Hal as he leaned back into the chair. Then he suddenly stood up, quick enough for Hal to reel back once again. “Mr. Jordan, I am far too old to play games. Either speak now or forever hold your piece.” or, hal jordan makes a joke, make a bet, and gets in way over his head.

thank you so much!! was whiplash for me to write as well, was honestly sitting there going "what am I doing?"